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No longer then did I hate the innocent, ugly, helpless thing. I feared for her life. Had they come to kill her, for some reason? Did she pose some incomprehensible threat to a form of life? It seemed not. What could such monsters fear from that slighter, far-less-imposing monster? Surely she was not a form of life that one might wish to exterminate before it could multiply, as one might, with a stone, sufficiently apprised and motivated, crush the egg of the first ost, as the verr might choose to destroy, if possible, the first small sleen, or the tabuk thrust its single horn, if possible, into the heart of the first small larl? Might this be an assassination of sorts? But I did not think so. What sort of blow might be struck here? Surely that surprising beast we had interrogated did not constitute a threat to a family, a party, a state? But who knew? Perhaps. To me she seemed large, and formidable. To them she was nothing. - (Plunder of Gor)